[1307 Serpentine Alley] And if I seem dangerous, would you be scared?

Nim the House Elf could be heard busying herself with cleaning up after the evening meal as Rosaline Bane sat in her favorite chair, watching the flames in her fireplace dance and flicker and sipping now and then from her glass of red wine. She had been trying for weeks to find a way to explain to her friend the things that she needed to explain to him. To protect him. She could guess how he would react. Cabhan, she imagined, would likely react as his brother did: he would expect her to be confessing her sins out of guilt. However, this was simply not the case. She never felt bad for any of the men that she had slaughtered, but the first in particular. She remembered how the act of the kill had made her feel: powerful, excited, alive. Watching the life leave the eyes of Barnabas Bloodworth was one of the most satisfying moments of her young life. However, it was hard to say that without sounding like a sociopath at best. He'd had it coming. He deserved what he'd gotten. He had threatened her and her family.

Cabhan would likely understand that more, now, than ever before. After all, he also had blood on his hands. That was one of many reasons why she had chosen now to tell him. He could be trusted. He could very likely be disturbed by her lack of remorse, however, when he seemed to show signs of remorse himself. It was a feeling utterly foreign to her, she'd found. She'd never really been sorry for a single bad thing that she had ever done in her life when she'd sat and thought it over. A small smile came to her lips as she took another sip from her glass.

"Cabhan," she began, looking with a doting smile to the man standing to the right of her. "Please, have a seat? I.. As I said, I have some very important matters to discuss with you with regards to you living here." The brunette gestured calmly to the chair to the left of her. "Oh, don't look so alarmed. I am not kicking you out, love. Just, please, have a seat?"

He'd always been a bit of an emotional being. It was no wonder that he was having such a hard time with his father's demise. She hadn't killed her father, but she had watched him die, and that had shaken her more than she liked to admit. He hadn't been quite like Cabhan's father, however. Mr. Daley had actively, deliberately endangered Cabhan's life. He had to pay the price. It needed to be done. He had to be taken care of. Someday, she hoped that her friend would see. She hoped that he would become stronger because now he was weak. She would fortify him herself if she had to. She needed to keep him safe.

That was why she'd invited him to live with her when he had nowhere else to turn; she'd always felt compelled to protect him. She had killed for him, and she would gladly do so again with absolutely no hesitation. Sometimes people need to die. She hoped he'd understand.

@Cabhan Daley   

Cabhan had been invited to stay with his best friend Rosaline when he was released from the hospital after his father was killed. Truth be told, Rosaline had saved his life and he had helped kill his own father. But it was because he was trying to kill him. He had to fight back and even though he was bothered by the fact that he had murdered his father, it wasn't because of remorse persay, it was because he had taken the only father that his sister had known away from her. But perhaps now, she could move on with her life and not be a brainwashed zombie. Rose had taken care of him and she was his rock now. He hadn't been able to return to Hogwarts because he had missed the first few weeks while he was admitted to St. Mungos. But Rose hired him a personal tutor and he finished his finals at the ministry.

Now, the man lived with Rose in one of her homes. There was no way he wasn't going to thank her for everything she had done for him. Not only had she literally saved his life, she had given him a place to live and a job. He was learning what he could through her and her mother. But there was still a lot more to learn. She requested a meeting with him and as he made his way down the stairs of the home, thoughts reeled through his head. What could she possibly want to talk to him about. Was she upset with him, was she kicking him out? What would he have done to have upset her. But he had to get his thoughts and anxiety under control, perhaps it was nothing like that at all.

He walked into the room and stood to her right. "Rosaline...you wanted to see me?" She told him to have a seat and took in a deep breath before sitting down across from her. His eyes were obviously wide and his face went pale. But she reassured him that she wasn't kicking him out. "Oh, thank Merlin. I was all ready to start packing my things." He smiled and let out a breath that he was unaware he had been holding.

"What is it that you need to discuss with me?" It was true, his father's death had really rocked him to the core. He still saw the man in his dreams, his nightmares and even heard his voice and whispers in his head. Cabhan was a rather sensitive man and was affected by things differently. Not only that, but his father had been the bane of his existence since he told his father he was against what they believed in. He was trying to cut ties, kill him, off him and have him erased from their family. But it was going to be harder than that. 

@Rosaline Bane

Rosaline knew that she was likely about to shatter whatever image her friend had idealized of her in his mind. She silently reminded herself that this was, in fact, for the greater good. That was the mantra by which she lived her life: for the greater good. She had killed Bloodworth for the greater good. She had assisted Cabhan for the greater good. She was going to murder her grandfather for the greater good. These things were necessary, she believed. The courts would just botch everything if she tried to go to them for help with Sampson Bane. She had recently discovered that he, having held the same prejudices as the late Mr. Daley, had arranged for the assassination of her elder brother. For this, she had decided, he had to die.

"I..." Words usually came so easily to Rosaline, but for a moment she struggled. "I have not been entirely honest with you about everything that has been going on in my life." She paused to take a large drink from her wine glass. "We need to set some ground rules. First of all, if an Auror shows up and I am not here, do not give them permission to search my property. Is that understood?" From there, she supposed that he could probably guess how the rest of their conversation was going to go: rather darkly.

"I am not currently being investigated. In fact, they've already arrested someone else," She went on, looking amused for a moment. "But I may have... killed a few more than just the men at your father's house." Her serious expression returned. "I felt like you needed to know if you were going to continue staying here. This is important, and we need to have a plan in case things go sour. I'll not have you rotting away in Azkaban next to me for something that you haven't... had much to do with."